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Show 4 BUX DID HOT FIND IT Six Hunters Put ia a Weary Day oa the Strength , : of the Yarn of Friends. , "Xlmrods Six, or the Dlaappolnted Hunters' would be the tlUe of a thrilling thrill-ing half -dime classic If the adventure" of six young Salt liakera who went gunning Sunday were properly recorded by the, pen of that great and glorious writer of the careers of "Diamond Pick" and "Handsome Harry." , A young man whose name will cot be ' disclosed recently went gunning., . He went to a distant canyon and returned with glowing accounts of the great multitudes of chickens that he saw. There were grouse, sagehens, ruffled grouse. Quail, virtually every kind of ' bird that a hunter likes to see when he is out, tramping the bills turning brown under the magic wand of autumn au-tumn and the frost r . These tales of a great game preserve were poured Into the ears of six young men friends, all enthusiastic gunnera A hunting party was organised at once to go to this distant canyon so rich with the game that is fast becoming scarce near the city. : Sunday morning, or rather at midnight mid-night Saturday, six young men, appropriately appro-priately clad in hunters' costumes and armed, five of them with shotguns and the sixth with a rifle, started with a good team for the hunters' paradise. The author of the tale that bad fired them to a white-heated enthusiasm had been invited to participate in the "killing," "kill-ing," , but owing to 'an engagement made previously to conduct another party to this ideal retreat he had to decline. de-cline. He would meet the six at the mouth of the canyon at a camp which he described. The canyon, Coori's canyon, In the Oqulrfh range, midway between the Point of the Mountain and Bingham canyon, was reached at a good hour, and the Jaded horses were tethered at the camp. The six hunters then advanced ad-vanced UP the canyon - until a branch was encountered. Three went up the right fork and three took the left fork. Snow was soon encountered, but the chickens were not They were evidently shy of coming in. contact with so formidable a force as that which Invaded their sacred haunt Cautiously at first hunted the six. Then caution was not so generously used. Finally It was thrown to the winds, and r they . hunted desperately. The results were the same. Nary a chick could they see. . .. At last the three who had taken the right fork became discouraged and scrambled over brushwood and precipitous precipi-tous cliffs until they reached, the crest dividing that fork from the left fork. There on the crest they saw the tracks of one chicken.- They could not shoot the tracks, eo decided to shoot the chutes. Down they went pell-mell, starting a miniature avalanche behind them. When they had reached the bottom bot-tom with no greater loss than a' few square inches of cuticle, one of the "hunters' cried: "Oh, fellows, look at this funny little rock." There sat a timorous cottontail not twenty paces away. It was the , first "game" seen during the day. One of the young men saw the "rock" wink at the trio in derision. Three trusty shotguns leaped to three quivering shoulders. Three steady eyes looked down three steel barrels; three fingers pressed three triggers, and three charges of shot struck poor bunny amidships. There was a patch of blood stains and hair. That was all. Not enough was left to wad one of the guns. The three then . marched down the canyon until they overtook the other half of the sextette. These hunters had found "bear tracks.". Upon following them a half mile they had learned that they were merely coyote tracks. They also saw one sagehen, which was out of range." The - six made a swoop upon the heavily-laden lunch baskets' and devoured everything eatable eat-able that they had at band with appetites appe-tites whetted to -wire edges by their long tramp in the frosty air. - But none of them bad. any game to show for their long trip into the "hunters' "hunt-ers' paradise." hTey did not' meet the Ananias who had sent them on their long wild-goose chase, as' had been agreed upon, as his other party of shooters proved as mythical myth-ical as were the -clouds of game birds which he. said arose in flight at every step. ; . - Hereafter six young men will demand ocular proof of the statements of any hunter -who says that there is a hunters' hunt-ers' paradise within twenty-five miles of the- city before they equip another hunting expedition. |